again. I have often mentioned on site and in Dale's Tales that we are a group of
friends that have joined together forming a "Circle of Love".
With much pleasure I would like to share with you Harold Thurmond's poem defining the
"Circle of Love". Thank you, Harold, for putting into words what we all hold in our
hearts.
May the circle be unbroken.
Dale
CIRCLE OF LOVE
We
choose to be imprisoned,
Choose
to be enslaved,
Choose
to be as one
With
our fellow travelers.
No
walls, only Love
To
have and to hold,
No
bars, just Friendships
That
break all the molds.
No
chains, only Memories
That
giggle and cry,
No
shackles, just Respect
For
each, you and I.
Friendship
means companions,
Memories
provoke the mirth,
Love
encircles each person,
Respect
brings sense of worth.
The
circle of love grows wide,
The
sphere of ardor runs deep,
Held
safe and secure within each soul,
To
have and to hold and to keep.
Copyright
2001
J.
Harold Thurmond
Randall
Hughes
Dale
Denham Shaffield
Beverly
Guthrie Lougher